Pieces

 

 

 

we built love out of glass

 

a shimmering delicate crystal ball

it held brilliant colours

promised dreams

protected secrets

 

beautiful

magical

we kept it safe

untouched

 

and when the cracks appeared

we blamed each other

moved it to a higher shelf

out of reach

 

hands over our ears

we did not hear it fall

did not feel

the stinging shower of sharp edged shards

wasted words

blood stained blame

rain on skin grown thick and numb

 

in obedient silence

I brushed up the pieces

but a lifetime later fragments shine

from unexpected shadows

 

even now, after your death

I still step out of turn

tip toe on tiny tear torn pieces

too small for anyone else to see

 

maybe one day

I will tread safely

on memories smoothed like sea glass

washed by time